_D. Pedro._ I’ faith, lady, I think your blazon to be true; 265 though, I’ll be sworn, if he be so, his conceit is false. Here, Claudio, I have wooed in thy name, and fair Hero is won: I have broke with her father, and his good will obtained: name the day of marriage, and God give thee joy! 270 _Leon._ Count, take of me my daughter, and with her my fortunes: his Grace hath made the match, and all grace say Amen to it. _Beat._ Speak, count, ’tis your cue. _Claud._ Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were 275 but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you, and dote upon the exchange. _Beat._ Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his mouth with a kiss, and let not him speak neither. 280 _D. Pedro._ In faith, lady, you have a merry heart. _Beat._ Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care. My cousin tells him in his ear that he is in her heart. _Claud._ And so she doth, cousin. 285 _Beat._ Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sun-burnt; I may sit in a corner, and cry heigh-ho for a husband! _D. Pedro._ Lady Beatrice, I will get you one. _Beat._ I would rather have one of your father’s getting. 290 Hath your Grace ne’er a brother like you? Your father got excellent husbands, if a maid could come by them. _D. Pedro._ Will you have me, lady? _Beat._ No, my lord, unless I might have another for working-days: your Grace is too costly to wear every day. 295 But, I beseech your Grace, pardon me: I was born to speak all mirth and no matter. _D. Pedro._ Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. 300 _Beat._ No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born. Cousins, God give you joy! _Leon._ Niece, will you look to those things I told you of? 305 _Beat._ I cry you mercy, uncle. By your Grace’s pardon. [_Exit._ _D. Pedro._ By my troth, a pleasant-spirited lady. _Leon._ There’s little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not 310 ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing. _D. Pedro._ She cannot endure to hear tell of a husband. _Leon._ O, by no means: she mocks all her wooers out 315 of suit. _D. Pedro._ She were an excellent wife for Benedick. _Leon._ O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad. _D. Pedro._ County Claudio, when mean you to go to 320 church?